Saturday, April 26, 2014
Saturday Morning, Quietly . . .
My photographs will have to do, mere reflections within Plato's cave.
I'm grabbing a big fleece blanket (it's only a few degrees above freezing right now, outside), my cup of tea, and heading down to a chair on the beach . . . to soak it in, with the added sensory delights of birdsong and the heartthrob of distant boat motors, the salty tang of the sea mingling with the rosemary blooming at my neighbour's. . . .
Happy Saturday, you! Thanks for reading. . .